As I am.
In front of you.
I sit quietly.
Waiting for.
Inspiration.
Just something.
To fill this.
Blank notebook.
Maybe a story?
Maybe a poem?
Yes.
Endless possibilities.
That flutter in my mind.
Just screaming.
To be put it this.
Blank notebook.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes thinking of what to write even helps you with the theme....nice reading....thank you